Neha was in a dark mood. But, that was hardly anything new for the once proud Vuesain these days. Inspired by the possibilities that had come with her temporary position in the pack, she had regained some of her lost confidence. It was ill placed. Misguided. And in the end, lead to more harm than good. Another perfect, shining example of how her efforts somehow found a way to their teeth in her ass.
She wasn't sure what bothered her the most. The storm she had created, the damage she'd have to fix. Or her own foolishness. Or even the state that Nineva was in, those last few words uttered towards her. "Maybe you're what this pack needs." They reverberated inside her skull with a pounding force. No matter how many times she shook her head, as if to clear them away, they lingered. No no no! She was wrong! How could she say that? This pack didn't need her. They never would. It was to Nineva whom they pledged themselves to. Not some nobody just along for the ride.
Having forgotten why she had wandered onto the trail leading her to the lake side, Neha carried herself with her head lined low with her shoulder blades. In front of her she saw not the real world, but one obscured by grays and blacks, the details of which rubbed out. She didn't care. Unaware of her leap onto a cold rock meters from the shore, her body collapsed with a heavy thud. Staring blankly out towards the lake, her breath came out in a cold wisp. Maybe she'd just turn herself in to Driftwood and hope they'd call it even.